Writing Prompt

Sometimes it seems that Prince Marcus wants to flee from our Mediterranean paradise of Tesoro del Mar --- and even pretend he isn't one of the world's most eligible royal bachelors. That's the only reason he's taking time after his Harvard graduation to moonlight as Mac Delgado, ranch hand extraordinaire ... right?

Well, maybe not the only reason. Rumor has it young Mac's dazzled by his beautiful...

I kept counting the miles as if they were seconds I had left to live. Depite the sun settling down beneath the horizon and the particularly annoying man whining next to me, I can’t help but keep moving.

The motion seems more than my exit ticket.

It seems like a lifeline.

“_Can we stop_?” The Prince complained. He’d given up his pitful demands long ago. I couldn’t help but mock him in my head.

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(Sequel to The Night).

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Talla feels strange.

It’s the limbo state before you fully wake up but not necessarily asleep. Her thoughts are jumbled, fogged by sleep. Her body just coming to.

“Talla!” Jolting up, she whips her head so fast that she hears a crack. “What?”

Alina is standing over her, a horrified expression on her face. Her eyes are wide and she can barely keep her jaw locked. Wh...

“Go,Go,Go!” The crowd yells.

“You got this! Five more seconds!”

The bull throws me around a few more spins.

I hear the buzzer go off and get thrown back from the bull. The bull whips its head towards me and charges. I get my upper half out of the way as the bull runs over my legs and turns and steps on my side.

My first time in this arena and I get trampled.

“ A whopping 97.50 points out of 100 f...

Halloween is an enigma.

She doesn’t hate it per se.

Many great childhood memories took place during Halloween. Funny costumes. Sweet candy. Walking around her neighborhood with her mom.

But people get a bit too invested for her taste.

If it was up to Talla, she would never go to a Halloween party ever. But it isn’t up to her.

So here she is. Waiting outside her house for her best friend,...

I sighed. More news of the charming Prince Malcolm. I looked down the rows of green fields leading up to the palace. Just a mile down the road was a village made of stone houses and cobblestone paths. Every year the fields lessened and lessened, eventually there would be nothing left. How did it happen? I don't know. A carriage rolled by, followed by an old wooden cart piled with hay. My older sis...

He saw her coming around the bend. She sat on her horse, hair pulled back into a braid that sat on her right shoulder. Her horse was muddy; the horse he rode was shining in his brilliance. Cowgirls weren’t common around his father’s lands. The prince sighed. _Why does a stranger have to be here now …._

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She saw him up ahead, on his slim, shining horse. She knew he must be the prince of the ne...

***I reallllyyy like the name Maisie, and I know it’s already used by certain writers and such in settings similar to this story’s. I really like the name, however, and this is not the same character as other Maisie’s.***

I glanced at the pastures, watching the horses wander about.

It seemed as if they were at a calm, in the middle of peace.

I wished with all my heart that I could be too, but ...

“Are you going to untie me?”

“No,” she said, rummaging through a saddle pack, seeming to be looking for something. The firelight glinted off her blue eyes. Nothing else could be seen in the dark.

“You do realize that I’m a prince, I control an entire country.”

She paused and then resumed looking for something. “I control a group who all control 1200 pound animals that could easily kill any of us.”...

I teach her how to speak her mind

And when to take some charge

I tell her to shoot for the moon

And lasso in the stars

She giggles when I ride my horse

And yell out ‘atta girl’

She wears her cowgirl boots indoors

Whose soles squeak when she twirls

We meet in imaginary castles

And I show her foreign lands

I remind we can all slay dragons

When we have love in hand

So that when the t...